Nikki has only been staying with us for four days and I fear that our slothful ways are already begining to rub off on her.
At home on Söder with Gitte, she is up with the lark. The day starts with some yoga exercises and then a jog in Tantolunden.
This evening it was time for her evening stroll and, full of enthusiasm, I grabbed her collar and lead and whispered the magic word: walkies! At this point I expected man's best friend to leap up full of enthusiasm and head towards the door.
Instead she just lay there staring at me with those soulful black eyes as if to say:
I'm fine. And this episode of Scooby Doo is rather good. But don't let me spoil your fun! You go off and have your walkies. I think I'll just lie here and chill for a while.
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